Annoyed voices channelled through Zane's unconscious earbuds, waking him up to the sudden approach of the tip of a sharp syringe, Zane looked down the ant size barrel, dripping wet balls down his slippery forehead.

The slowly descending syringe abruptly stopped in the path, revealing a scruffy man who had brown eyes matching his pulled into a brown, straight ponytail, being held by an alarming, yellow shade of elastic bands.

"Oh you're awake" The male doctor introduced by adjusting his hand into a shaking hand position, Zane baffled, didn't think twice about shaking the man's hairy, veiny textured hands "I'm Dr Stephen, I am just checking your blood to see if there's something bad roaming around" Dr Stephen introduced himself warmly.

Zane, instead of answering, pandered behind Dr Stephen, watching the student line get smaller and smaller in numbers, some students were seen in the background being taken back to their dorms, and some didn't receive the same treatment as they were taken into solitary military trucks, Angela is one of the five.

Unknowingly unfazed by the situation, Zane glanced back at Dr Stephen, watching the syringe suck up waterfalls of blood from inside Zane's limp left arm that was placed on its dorsal side.

"You seem to be reacting in a very calm manner, is this a common thing you experience?" Dr Stephen asked in a modulated tone, expressing correlating emotions.

"No, this is my first time inexact. I'm probably just still experiencing the side effects of whatever you injected in me" Zane responded toneless, having no emotions communicated behind the words.

"I have not injected anything in you, only ejected blood from you" Dr Stephen chuckled for a response.

"Then I don't know why I don't feel anything," Zane said, sounding once again dead behind his spoken words

As Zane wobbles his head around, feeling like hundreds of heavyweights were dropped onto him, saw that his vision became way better and he could see clear and far, the skin in some of the students face hummed every drop of sweat, their eyes skipped across the approaching investigations, vibrating blurred dilations.

Thousands of heart hearts clash against each other, creating the sounds of blasting drums, making it a big headache scenario for a complicated Zane.

"All done! You may meet up with that Sergeant in front of the very first military car you see on the right" Dr Stephen pointed out, showing Zane the directions to a tall, hunched over the male in his late years, being dragged down by the overlapping fat rolls he developed.

No words sent back, he obliges and jumped off the lowered medical bed, following his eyes towards the old man he was told to meet up with, once he stood next to the old male who had a card tucked in his pocket saying, "Warren Ripper" eyed down Zane's body figure.

Warren locked eyes with Zane, breathing his hasty breath all over Zane's trembling body as the snow slowly fell onto his flat shoulders.

A phone appeared suddenly in Warren's palms, who followed it by horizontally and vertically moving the phone around Zane, reflecting the white light onto the plain t-shirt Zane wore to bed.

"You're all good" Warren announced over the unpleasant beeping commotion that screeched from out of the phone he held, after announcing this he silently watched Zane wander past him, instantly inhaling deep and exhaling out the shaky wind.

"How is that scary, motionless kid not one?! He fucking made me panic in fear just from locking eyes" Warren nervously whispered to himself, aggressively hitting his phone that beamed out "Positive" in a green square-patterned box.

Something happened to Zane and he knew about it as he silently walked back to his dark, cramped room, realising he wasn't nervous in the situations he would normally be in, he just felt relaxed through the confusing investigations.

It's like something precious inside him isolated itself from the rest, shattering into million pieces of bitter particles, it was his capability to feel certain types of emotions, mostly disgusted, fear and nervousness.

Anxiety wasn't a thing for him, it was just a heavily defended wall which detached from the emotion system.

Putting all this aside, Zane went to sleep and woke up to another day where all the military vanished out of sight.

Zane did his normal tasks and headed straight into class, the first thing he noticed was that Angela was nowhere to be seen, her once surrounded seat from gawking students became very extinct and voiceless.

Students quietly entered the room not questioning where Angela was like they completely forgot about the someone they all adored over, Zane continued to stare at her spot confused on what he was looking at.

Angela was never late or absent in school, she was always in class at the right time but she just disappeared straight after the military questioning.

Then something clicked for Zane, he remembered a paranoid Angela getting forced into the dull, solitary truck what Zane thought Angela was calmly entering the solitary truck under all the confusion he was pushed under.

But first, Zane wanted to desperately ask something from the teacher.

"Ms, where is Angela?" Zane asked, raising predatory eyes from all the students, they all looked at Zane like he was a wild prey stumbling into the dead zone territory with a brave aura.

Introduced by sudden eyes, Zane tripped back into his chair which he now realised was all rusty with metal being peeled off its skin the same amount as Angela's chair, then he poked his eyes towards the window finding out that snow hasn't fallen a single bit.

"Huh?!" Zane whispered dead, but he felt his hidden anxiety rise behind the deadly frontline, he fumbles over to his formerly pulled out phone and found out a whole month whizzed by "What the fuck is happening?" Zane questioned himself.

Giving no time to react, Zane sped out of the classroom, feeling all the eyes fall upon him in such murderous intent.

Something unexpected happened that seemed like yesterday for Zane, he knew something was up with the syringe but he couldn't catch on what it was.

Maybe something was unknowingly planned, maybe it was a dream Zane couldn't escape.

It was an unanswered mystery.

To Be Continued...